Monday, February 14, 2011

Four . .there's a Roo on My Fairway

As you know, it's a year of weddings here at the homestead. My nephew is getting married on our property on the 4th of March and my brother who normally does very little around the house is in a frenzy of activity spreading bark, laying phase 3 power for the band and spruicing up every part of the garden except mine. It seems that as long as the view from the Marquee is fine, the rest can go to hell but hey, that's just him.

Meanwhile my own darling boy is getting married in July. Today the 'in laws' were taken for a tour of Riverside Oaks, a rather nice golf course and function venue near Windsor where I might add we've had many a delicious Mother's Day smorgasbord. We had the grand tour, a lovely lunch and the bonus of seeing kangaroos on the course. I know you probably think that they bound down Pitt Street in central Sydney on a regular basis and they're the next best thing to public transport, but actually seeing them in the wild is a bit of a trick. They're early risers and evening baskers and for an animal with such odd proportions, roos are amazingly invisible when they want to be. Anyway, it was a lovely day despite the overcast and muggy weather.

I'm very proud of these two. They're organising and paying for the whole shebang themselves. Why? Not sure. I guess they know I can't afford it, they're keen to tie the knot and also paying for it themselves gives them total control over everything. Thought you might like to share the venues just a few months before the big event.

View down the Hawesbury Valley from the Church

Where they're tying the knot

Hope it doesn't rain

Hawkesbury Flood plains

The chosen venue for the reception

The Lodge . $1500 for 30 peeps if we can get them to commit

Nobody walks on this course

Mother and daughter, this is where the Bridal Table will be

Lunch on the verandah

Can you see them?

Just off the 15th Green . , . they still give me a thrill

And on the driving range . "Hey, this is a golf course, wankers!"

The beauty of this afternoon is that these guys are only 20minutes from a really built up area. Lovely to see them invading the golf course and all are totally wild, clearly couch tastes great. I never realised they'd be so close to home. Not one, not two but three or four mobs of Eastern Greys enjoying the labours of the greenkeepers.

Back in Newport this time of year any large grassy area, large lawns and golf courses included, are covered by Canada Geese. People have taken to putting up cardboard cut-outs of Coyotes (and in one case actual 3-D lawn statuary in the form of Coyotes) in hopes of scaring off the geese. That might work on domestic geese, who have been bred into absolute stupidity, but geese in the wild are pretty intelligent birds, and it doesn't take them long to figure out that the potential predators are actually inanimate objects. Heh, heh! I have some great photo of geese feeding around some of these fake Coyotes.

great views, love the big tree. strangely, seeing a kangaroo does nothing for me...we've had either them or wallabies at our zoo forever and they pretty much look like ungainly big rabbits. Now to see them thumping along the fairway at a rapid pace might be something else...

It's a beautiful venue Baino. The photos you post after the event are bound to be gorgeous.

Just don't try feeding bread to the kangaroos. When the bread runs out but they still want more, they might smack you upside the head. My older son has a small scar just above one ear from just such an encounter.

What a gorgeous place for a wedding. Exciting times.Kangaroos you say? Where? Can't see any kangaroo in those photos. Must be hiding behind a tree... (duh, but they have, as you say, odd proportions. They are clearly visibly though ;-))

Looks like a great place for a wedding. I remember when I was in Sydney (10 years ago now?) and I went to the zoo and we could walk through where the kanagroos were. It was so cool! Someday I'll be back.

you seem to make the same assumption everybody else does: that what i talk about in a counselling type situation or in a blog post where i'm explaining my present to another person is what i think all the time. if i thought like that i'd actually be proper crazy

what did you mean the psycho shit isn't real? of course it's not real to you how can it be?

i'm only using doctorly language when i say "psychotic" that means hearing voices (among other things) but I can't decide whether or not to hear them they just come and they started 15 years ago it's only recently they've been as much fun as they are nowadays

"antipsychotic" doesn't mean i'm psychotic it means i had symptoms of mania. it explained this in the risperidone leaflet. schizophrenia was bullshit; mania was a picture of me. i'm down now so that's no longer an issue. i never told any dr i thought x or y was the problem. they told me. i knew the symptoms of bipolar and thought i didn't have them, i thought i just had ups and downs like we all get. you can't tell you got manic until it goes so fast you cant think any more and feel Superior to all creation. anything more piss weak than that is just a good mood and what's ill about being happy?

but i have to keep some handle on boring concencus reality if i didn't i'd have run to paris to have fun or would be living up a mountain as we speak. i don't need anything from anyone so that's what i intend to do. live naturally. loads of people do that in india, africa etc they call theselves shamans and that is what i am

it's only medical bullshit that tells me i'm ill, i am not ill at all never was. i'm merely more in touch with reality than other people. and more in touch with mySELF

i just get pissed off having to deal with the shit of this world we live in and i want off drugs as the longer i'm on methadone the longer the governent control me. it's no coincidence methadone is more addictive than heroin.

i'm not in detox at all. i'm on a flat dose of methadone that holds me perfectly. it doesn't hold my mind, nothing does, not even heroin

so i'm giving it all up

if i can survive heroin survive the street i can survive nature. we have no poisonous spiders here so it's all cool

you can reply in comments i cannot get my head round email at all it's so fucked up i just can't read anything the screen lets me read 2 lines at a time: what has gone wrong?

if you want to know what i think i think this: but i don't think i think it too much. if i didn't think i'd be comatose or in retardation?... surely..??

ok rsvp because i THOUGHT i knew what you meant but can't be 100% sure

I really upset my freind Anna and I tried to apologize to you probably I made a pig's ear of it all. I feel so confused honestly I don't even know what to do except not do "that" I can't cope properly any more I see the dr. in a week.

I'm sorry if I upset you I don't mean to upset anyone. I think I'm going to have to shut my big mouth from now on I seem to cause chaos everywhere I go.

Aren't they something? I guess your seeing the kangaroos is like our seeing deer here. Beautiful. We have a herd that call The Glen HOME. Are the Roo's bothersome? Here the deer are SO overpopulated that they ruin all sorts of plant life and 'cause MANY deaths and accidents when crossing the roadways.

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